Not always bad traits to have…. They show I’m strong, motivated, and determined.
I’m also, open-minded, but sometimes it needs to be pried open.
This time, I pried it open myself. Let me explain.
If you haven’t heard, I am hurt. (No, you can’t say “duh” here – wait til you finish reading….)
I’ve been hurt for about a week. I’ve complained, I’ve whined, I’ve begrudgingly rested, iced, elevated, heated, etc.
But I still hurt.
The strained muscle has caused swelling on the inside of my knee, and because I stand most of the day, the swelling has traveled downward. So every day the pain travels downward as well. The pressure is so intense that I feel like someone’s taking a sledge hammer to my whole calf/shin, and someone else has my upper leg muscle and is squeezing it tight without letting go – ever.
So like I said, I’ve been applying R.I.C.E. therapy whenever I get the chance.
But not once did I ever consider giving in to the little brown pills in my cabinet. I thought about them occasionally, but I’ve never been one to take medicines. I’m a firm believer in developing my own immunities to fight off sickness, and because I literally have not been sick for many, many years, I’ve taken that as proof that I’m right.
But I’m not sick. I hurt. Yet I still never gave in to the pills…..until yesterday.
You see, I had 2 major work shifts coming up. One was a 3pm – 11pm at my hotel. Then I was driving further away to another hotel to sleep for a few (four) hours before going to work for them from 7am – 3pm. I didn’t think I was going to be able to stand the pain for that many hours and still be NICE. So I surrendered, and took TWO of the pills. That’s HUGE for me.
But when I got to work the pain had decreased so dramatically. I felt like the people in the V8 commercials – the ones that smack their forehead and said “I shoulda had a V8!” only I said “I shoulda done this sooner!”
So I learned a few things… but all is not quite perfect.
Some of the reason I didn’t take the medicine is because I knew that if I felt better, I would do more. And if I did more, I could damage it further. So last night at work I was walking around like I was cured. Of course I didn’t do anything major, like go out and run, but I didn’t baby it either.
And even though I didn’t take any more little brown pills today, I still felt pretty good… just the occasional burn to remind me it’s still there.
Now I’m home. As soon as I walked in the door, I took off my sock. I could feel it getting tighter and tighter. And sure enough my ankle is swollen like a balloon. My ANKLE. It’s the muscle near my knee that is injured. But the swelling has traveled all the way down.
Yet I FEEL better, so now I don’t know what to do…..
I’ve got it elevated with
ice frozen corn on it while I type. I don’t even know where to put the bag. On the ankle? On the injury? Both?
I’m a mess.
But I really am done with this topic.
Thanks for stickin’ with me. I’ve committed to going to the doc on Monday if things aren’t better. I’ll do a brief update later if you care to know.
One final comment:
After a week and a half of no running and no cardio, I’m filling out my pants pretty nicely.